Return

Return: 

for the past few days I've allowed myself to sleep in just a bit, only an hour or so as I recover from a virus that's been particularly stubborn in it's stay. With this I've made a few adjustments, dropping a few asanas from my earliest yoga routine, shortening my pre-dawn walks - little things that might not seem important but have a noticeable affect through the rest of the day. 

I feel like I'm behind, in need of catching up. 

yet there's nothing that I'm chasing.

my most recent days, over the course of the last few years, have become monk-like in their structure. With little room for negotiating those extra few minutes in bed. It's not so much a matter of discipline, no, being more so a spontaneous plan that guides me through the day. 

I just go where I'm told.

and live my life this way.

these past few days though, it feels like I've compromised that plan, listening to demands that aren't really for my best interest right now. And the reason is that I don't feel better from that extra time in bed, I'm playing catch up with the thing I've most enjoyed. An hour doesn't seem like a lot of time, bit it's enough to cause me to consider how my day is served. My most cherished moments are the morning hours, quiet, contemplative, and completely my own. 

it's my time with God.

Brahma Muhurta.

holy hours.

and they now ask for my return.

~

Love, Eric 

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